Miss Campbell takes an interest

Scott dutifully put on his white shirt, tie and slacks, then made his way over to Miss Campbell's office.

"Why, you must be Scott Dorian! I'm Miss Campbell. Come on in, come on in."

Scott had to admit to feeling a bit puzzled, for he was dressed formally, while Miss Campbell was barely dressed at all. She wore a snug tube top with a plunging neckline and very skimpy cut-off shorts, the better to show off her endless silky legs, taut athletic midriff, and simply stupendous cleavage. As her hips wiggled nicely on her way to her desk, Scott could not help but notice the thong underwear riding high up her pert and twitiching ass, peeping out clear above her shorts.

He sat in a sturdy chair, while Miss Campbell perched herself on the edge of her desk, directly in front of him. "What is it you want, Miss Campbell?"

"Oh, but it's not what I want, Scott, it's what I hope I can do for you. I've been looking over your file." She took an actual manila file from her desk and idly flipped through it. "It says here that you've never really excelled in your studies, and that concerns me, as I cover quite a lot, not only history but social studies and English. I see that really the only reason you ever made it into this school was because you qualified for a Hungermann scholarship."

"I think I remember that. I had to qualify for it by submitting to a physical examination."

"Mmm, yes. Under the Hungermann scholarship, you are considered sort of what you might call a special needs student." She set the file aside. "I just want you to know I'll do whatever it takes to help you score."

"Score?"

"I mean ... earn a good grade. Scott ... this school takes into account a student's whole life. Not just the book learning, but the entire student, his or her health, mental well-being ... and especially sexuality. We don't ignore or play down sexuality here. We accept it as part of life, and try to help you with it. I just want you to know, that I have a feeling that some girls here may try to rush your evolution from virginity."

Scott thought of Tanya, but successfully suppressed a laugh and managed to keep a straight face. "Oh, really?"

She got off the desk and grasped the arms of his chair, drawing herself -- and her staggering expanse of lush soft bosom -- ever closer to his face.

"I just want you to know, that if you ever feel troubled by any sexual needs, and can use the help of a more mature and experienced woman like myself to help guide you ... I'm here for you. Scott."